Thank you guys again for reviewing, subscribing, adding to favorite, everything! So sorry I haven't updated this in a month and I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. I can only do so much with the chapters until they get to Diagon Alley at least, which won't be until Chapter Five.
Like I said before, this is going with the basic outline of Rowling's work, but the characters of Degrassi will be involved as often as possible in the original plot whenever I find it appropriate; I will be including as many characters as possible, but I will be using a lot of the ones who were on the show during the first half of Season 11. And this fic is solely based on the first book in the series (hence the name), so some characters such as Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, and Colin Creevey probably won't be mentioned in this fic. However, if I haven't grown frustrated with this fic by the time I finish it, and then I may go on to the next book in the series (Chamber of Secrets, baby!) and write that from the Degrassians' points of view.
Shutting up now (sorry for the monologue); read, review, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or Harry Potter
Chapter Three
The Edwards sisters would not be the only young witches or wizards who would be watching for the sky that week. The eleven-year-old boy named Adam Torres was lying on his back as he lied on his back with his hands behind his back as he rested his hands behind is head. He stared at the cloud filled sky, his eyes watching out for any owls that could be coming to deliver his letter from Hogwarts.
His older brother, Drew Torres, was now twelve-years-old and he had gotten his letter to Hogwarts around this time last year. He knew he was a wizard, for both of his parents were magical and he had been showing magical abilities for years now; all he needed was his letter to Hogwarts and everything would fall into place. He could practically see himself going through the corridors of the castle, casting spells, and flying a broomstick. He sighed, patiently awaiting his owl.
"Gracie!"
Adam groaned as he sat up, his skin crawling at his "birth name". He had told his mother over and over again how he was not a girl; they had many talks with both of parents as to how he was merely a boy trapped in a boy's body, but they still did not grasp his concept completely.
"Who?" he called back to his mother.
"Adam," she corrected with an annoyed sigh.
Not really satisfied, considering he had been so content before, Adam got on his feet and began walking towards the house. As his mother called him, he was brought back to reality. His name was Adam Torres and he was trapped inside a female body while living with a mother who saw his as a daughter. For years he had known that he was different, but it was not until he did his own research at a Muggle library that he knew that he was female to male transgender.
His parents worked at the Ministry at the Department of Transportation, so they were busy much of the time. When Adam eventually broke the news to them, they were shocked and slightly horrified, especially his mother. At first they thought him saying this was a sign of magical abilities, but the more he spoke of it, the more they saw that this was not a case of magic. Needless to say, they were still adjusting to the fact that their daughter had "suddenly" turned into a boy.
Disgruntled, Adam went into the house and went straight into the dining room. Drew and his mother were already sitting at the table as they began eating their dinner.
"Where's Dad?" he asked as he sat down at the table and began piling food onto his plate.
"He has to work late tonight; he's making sure that the Goldsworthy family doesn't pull the same stunt they did last year."
"What did they do?" Adam asked, never hearing of the Goldsworthy family until this moment.
"They used a flying convertible to fly all the way to England; the British Ministry of Magic gave us a lot of grief last year because of it."
"Why did they fly all the way there anyway?"
"They have a son who goes to Hogwarts and they thought that would be more convenient than using Floo Powder or Apparating like the rest of us."
"I know their son," Drew said. "He's in Gryffindor with me; strange kid. What do his parents do?"
"They run the Wireless Wizarding Network here in Toronto."
"I love the WWN," Adam smiled, loving all the music he heard on the wizarding radio. "How cool would it be if we actually went to school with someone whose dad is a radio guy?"
"I don't know," Drew said. "The kid's a bit weird."
"Well, aren't we all a bit weird?" Adam stated.
"I guess," Drew shrugged.
"Speaking of school, your letters to Hogwarts should be coming any day now. Are you still considering going out for Quidditch this year?" she asked Drew.
"I'm thinking about it," Drew answered. "It depends how many spots are open."
"I just can't wait to get my wand and everything," Adam stated. "And see the castle, try brewing potions, casting spells –."
"Gra –," Mrs. Torres stopped herself halfway through. "Adam, your father and I have been thinking and . . . maybe it's best that . . . you don't go to Hogwarts."
"What?" Adam exclaimed, his heart turning to stone. His whole life he had been dreaming about going to Hogwarts, but now that opportunity was about to be snatched from him.
"At least not this year," she added, not wanting her child to get worked up. "We'll contact the school and see if there's anything that could be done about you starting a year or two from now."
"Gee, because I won't stand out enough," Adam snapped sarcastically. "Being older than everyone in my year would be the cherry on top of my abnormality."
"It's just that we don't think it's a good idea if you go there. There are a lot of kids who could tease you because of this and we know how sensitive you are."
"I'll hide it, Mom. They wear robes there; it won't be too hard."
"He's right," Drew agreed. "There's this girl in Ravenclaw who has the biggest boobs ever, but the robes make them look smaller."
"I don't know if that's worth the risk."
Adam was furious. He was hoping that he could start over at Hogwarts and would not have to be something he's not just to make someone happy. He could go there, be who he was, and not be told otherwise.
"This isn't fair!"
"I'm just doing what's best for you," she attempted to reason with him.
"I'm a wizard," he stated. "How am I supposed to learn magic and everything when I can't go to school?"
"Your father and I will –."
"You guys are always at the Ministry!"
"Isn't there some kind of spell you could use to make him . . . a guy on the outside?" Drew suggested. He had always wanted a brother, so he was very open-minded about his brother being transgender.
"That's way too dangerous and a million things could go wrong."
"Maybe there's a professional?"
"I'm not taking her to see –."
"Him!" Adam shouted.
Drew resumed being silent; for years he had to sit back and listen to these fights and they never got easier over the years. In fact, the older Adam got, the more intense their arguments. He loved being with his family, but there were times when he desperately wished to escape the noise. That's why he loved being at Hogwarts; there, he did not fall victim to the screams thrown between Audra and Adam. He also believed that Hogwarts would be good for his brother too; the kid needed a break from constantly being victimized by his own mother and he deserved to live a bit of a normal life for once.
Sighing at the latest fight that was in front of him, Drew turned his head, hoping that observing the outdoor scenery would distract him. As he did, he sat up straighter and noticed something odd . . . but fortunate.
"Guys," Drew said, trying to get the attention of his feuding mother and brother.
"I just think it would be better if you went to Hogwarts and be who you really are."
"That's what I'm going to do!" he retorted.
"I mean on the outside," she clarified.
"Guys," Drew attempted again.
"I don't want to spend seven years of my life being something I'm not! I already do enough of that here."
"Now wait a second, young lady!" she scolded.
"See!"
"Mom! Adam!" Drew finally hollered.
"What?" they shouted in unison.
"Look!" Drew exclaimed, pointing out the glass door.
Adam and his mother turned their heads and saw two specks in the distance becoming bigger and bigger as they came right towards them. The closer they got, Adam could identify the two dark spots as a pair of owls coming straight towards their house. He and Drew quickly bolted towards the door and quickly opened it just in time for the two owls to fly inside, drop the letters that were in their beaks, and fly out. Lying on the carpet were now two envelopes that were made of parchment. Eager, both of the boys snatched the envelopes off the ground. Adam grabbed the one closest to his feet and smiled at the green ink that was staring at him. To his delight, Adam saw noticed that this letter was addressed to him . . . not Gracie, him.
Mr. A Torres
Torres Home
395 Blacktop Road
Toronto
Ontario
I made up Adam's address. If you've read the books, you should have a small idea on what could happen next. Reviews?
